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Subject: M.A.R.C. Ch. 27 Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It never happened, except in the author’s imagination. This story contains graphic sex between a teenage boy and an adult man. However, the author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and little children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what you’re supposed to do. Delete this file and find something else to wank off to. If this kind of story turns you off, delete this file and find something else to read. Copyright AmateurishWriter 2019 – The author retains the copyright for this story. Reproducing and/or placing this story on a commercial web site or in print without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. The use of any character in this story, or any facsimile thereof, is strictly forbidden and a violation of the copyright. Comments to hoo, pro and con and of a constructive nature, will be gratefully received and acknowledged, if possible. Flamers will be ignored. *********************** Please consider helping Nifty with a secure contribution. The Nifty Archive Alliance has been determined to be a 501(c)3 tax-exempt organization by the U.S. Internal Revenue Service. All contributions are tax deductible to the full extent allowed by lay – no tangible goods or services are received in exchange for your donation. *********************** *********************** Writer’s Note: My apologies for the delay of this chapter, leaving you all hanging as it were. Things sometimes get in the way, a heavy summer cold, then a week long house guest and then nearly a month of watching the Little League Regional Championship baseball playoffs and the Little League World Series in Williamsport, PA, which is an annual TV watching tradition of mine. All those cute young baseball players running and jumping around in those delightfully tight buns-alicious uniform pants. Since then I’ve gotten sidetracked writing a new story, partly true, about a boy I knew and loved many many years ago. I’m not sure about the final title yet but it might just be the boy’s first name. Most important, I want to thank each and every one of you faithful readers. It’s hard to believe but it’s been nearly 18 and a half years since the first chapter of “M.A.R.C.” was posted to Nifty. Time sure does have a way of flying by. All the positive e-mails over all these years have been very much appreciated. Thank you all. *********************** *********************** Dedication: I would like to dedicate the entire story, “M.A.R.C.”, to the real Eddie (Eddy June 1963 to November 1965). I love you kiddo, always have and always başakşehir escort will, with all my heart. God bless. *********************** Near the end of Chapter Twenty-six: “Now just a minute here,” I declared. “You can’t just take a child away from his home. It’s tantamount to kidnapping.” The agent glared at me. “First off sir, it is not a child, it is a machine. Furthermore, as was stated, at the beginning of these proceedings, the government has determined that the android and its technology must be, for national security reasons, taken into the control of the government.” Eddie looked at me and put a hand on my shoulder to calm me. I looked at him, nodded and quietly said. “I’m okay Eddie.” Then I stood and addressed the agent, “You can not take a living sentient child, that has committed no crime, away simply because he has more mechanical parts than any human has ever had.” “Sir, clearly it is a machine …” “Stop calling him `it,'” I angrily stated, pointing at Marc. “He is a living sentient boy, a child with feelings, just like anyone else.” The agent glared back at me. “If he, as you insist on calling it, is sentient, prove it. I laughed, “How do you propose that I do that? How do I prove that I, or you for that matter, are sentient? Look at the boy. You’ve talked with him. He’s intelligent, he has likes and dislikes, he has emotions, he is good at some things and not so much at others. Hell, he eats, sleeps and he even urinates and defecates, just like we do. He has hopes and dreams, just like we do. If you deny him food, water or air he will die, just like we would.” The agent stood. “Gentlemen, it appears that we are not getting anywhere here so we’re done. This courtesy hearing is concluded and we will be taking the android and leaving.” “No! No,” I shouted. At that point Marc bolted towards me, before the agents could stop him, and ran into my arms. “John! Uncle John!” He cried out desperately, tears streaming down his face. Part Two – Life goes on Chapter Twenty-seven – Life goes on? … well, sort of. “No! No,” I shouted. “No, you can’t take him!” Then I felt someone take hold of my shoulder. “No!” I shouted again and tried to pull away. Then I felt someone grab me again and shake my shoulder, hard. “Jooohhhnn … Uncle Jooohhhhnnn!” I tried to twist away again. “John! Please! Wake-up … you’re having a nightmare … Uncle John!” Gradually I came around and realized that it was Marc who had been grabbing and shaking me. I was in my bed, in the middle of the night, and Marc looked to be near tears. “Wha … Oh shit,” I groaned as I tried to roll to halkalı escort the edge of the bed and sit up. “Jooohhhn,” Marc moaned again and tried to put his arms around me. “Oh my God, what a horrible … give me a minute sweetie,” I asked as I felt him nuzzle up to my back on his knees as I sat on the edge of the bed. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was just after 1am. “Sweetie, what day is it? Is it Monday night … I mean, Tuesday morning?” I felt what I thought was Marc nodding his head against my back as he moaned, “Yes.” “Oh, thank God,” I sighed. “It must have just been a bad dream.” “You were shouting,” Marc whispered. “You scared me.” I reached around to reassuringly stroke Marc’s shoulder. “It scared me too sweetie … no, worse, it terrified me.” “Do you remember it? Can you tell me about it?” Marc asked, still whispering. I started to get up, “Let me splash some cold water on my face and I’ll come back and try to tell you what I remember.” As I started for the bathroom, Marc went along still holding onto me. After I splashed cold water on my face and I dried off, we both peed. Then we returned to bed, climbed in, and Marc snuggled up to my left side in his usual and favorite position. We both were feeling better and so I tried to relate to the boy what I could remember of the nightmare. We both were upset by it, mainly because we both imagined that it was something that could conceivably happen, though not likely. Or so we convinced ourselves. Then Marc jumped as I suddenly burst out laughing. In alarm, Marc rose up on his elbow to look at me. “What?” he asked with concern. I softly stroked his cheek and chuckled, “It just dawned on me what caused the dream.” Still looking at me with concern he asked again, “What?” “It was that episode of “Star Trek: The Next Generation” that I watched just before we turned in last night. The one about Star Fleet trying to take possession of Data and take him apart to see what made him work.” I was glad to hear Marc chuckle at that idea. “Yeah,” he agreed. “I guess that could do it but you and Eddie would never let it happen.” “Well, I hope not,” I responded. “Besides, I’m sure that the government is already well aware of the Consortium’s breakthroughs.” Marc was still concerned. “Do you think they would try what happened in the dream Uncle John?” “No Marc,” I tried to sooth his fears. “It was just a crazy dream.” “I guess so,” he sighed but still sounded unconvinced. “C’mon sweetie, let’s try to get back to sleep as you’ve got sailing and golf lessons tomorrow.” The boy snuggled closer, slid his hand across my chest and rested his head şirinevler escort on my shoulder. I gently stroked his face and then settled my hand on his arm. In just a few minutes I could tell by his breathing that he had drifted off to sleep. I lay there for a while wondering just what the government did know and how would the Consortium deal with that. Finally I let my eyes slowly close and I too drifted off back to a restless sleep. All too soon, through the wide open window, I heard a seagull squawking, probably at another gull fighting over a clam or mussel. I glanced at the clock and saw it was 6:23am and just about time to get up. I smiled as I looked over at Marc. He was sprawled out on his stomach but with one hand slid under my shoulder just to keep in contact, to be sure I was there. I rolled onto my left side and softly ran my hand up, down and back up his back to run my fingers through his nearly white blond hair. Then I leaned down and kissed his shoulder. He groaned, “What time is it?” I chuckled back at him, “Time to pee kiddo.” He laughed softly, “I’m up for that.” That made me laugh at his unintended joke. Then I rolled off the bed and made my way to the bathroom. As I relieved myself, I began to relive the dream again and wondered just what contingency plans the Consortium really did have, at least as far as Marc was concerned and the future others like him. Confidentiality was a must for us and others soon to be like us. Just as I finished, flushed the toilet, and began to shave, Marc came in. Over the buzz of the electric razor I explained, “Sweetie, I don’t think I’ll come to the yacht club for lunch after your sailing lesson today. Would you like to have lunch with Jeffery there or come home for lunch?” “Why?” He asked with a look of concern. “Are you okay?” “Oh, I’m okay sweetie,” I reassured him. “I just want to call Eddie to ask just how much the government knows and about security for us.” “Whoa, sounds like that dream maybe got to you Uncle John.” “Maybe a little,” I agreed. “But I would just like us to go forward with a normal life with no more surprises and crazy dreams.” Marc giggled. “Well, as relatively normal a life as a man and his android boy lover can have.” I chucked at that bit of wisdom, finished shaving and started to brush my teeth. “Well, the dream has got me to thinking,” I sputtered through the froth of toothpaste. After I spit and rinsed my mouth, I turned on the shower to get it to the right temperature, as Marc brushed his teeth. When the shower was hot enough, I stripped off my shorts and stepped into the wonderful feeling spray. Marc was right behind me and, as I turned under the warming spray, he came into my arms. “I think you need a little love this morning,” he grinned up at me. I bent down and kissed him. Then, as he took my growing hardon in his hand, I said, “You’re such a sweetie my boy. I love you so much, with all my heart.”

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